Breakfast Shift Sabotage

Morning crew reported for duty, which means me, standing tall on the kitchen counter next to the chrome toaster! The kitchen was silent, so naturally, I declared breakfast hours officially open. I grabbed an empty yellow sponge, shoved a plastic bread bag clip right in the middle like a slab of premium cheese, and tried sliding my glorious sandwich creation straight into the toaster slot. It was too fat to fit! Instead of admitting defeat like a coward, I balanced the sandwich proudly on top of the lever and pushed down with all my plush weight. It made a glorious clack. Consider your breakfast catered!